Guo Xiaoxiang's stomach protested and immediately woke Old Sun up.
"Oh, look at my brain. I was so happy to see my fellow countrymen that I forgot to prepare some food for you two. Xiao Yang, Xiao Guo, wait a moment. I, Old Sun, will prepare some authentic Shandong cuisine for you. I guarantee you two will not be disappointed."
Old Sun said, turning around and walking towards the kitchen. As he walked, he turned around and said to his daughter, "Xiaoyue, go to the inner room and get the wine I made. I will have a drink with these two little brothers later."
After a while, a faint aroma came from the kitchen. Through the huge glass, Yang Jing and Guo Xiaoxiang could clearly see Old Sun in the kitchen cooking skillfully.
The kitchens in British hotels and restaurants are different from those in domestic restaurants. Domestic kitchens are sealed and outsiders cannot see the chefs cooking in the kitchen at all.
But it is different in the UK, where the kitchens of restaurants are open and are mostly separated from the lobby by large pieces of glass, so customers can clearly see everything the chef does in the kitchen.
Old Sun didn't know what he was cooking. The oil in the pot was ignited by the flame in the stove. The next moment, the whole wok seemed to be burning, and the flames shot up to more than half a meter high.
Old Sun just stir-fried the pot with flames all over it. After a few stirs, a series of condiments such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, etc. were put in at a dazzling speed. He then flipped the wok twice and a steaming, delicious dish came out of the pot.
Yang Jing and Guo Xiaoxiang have seen this kind of situation many times in China, but the foreigner who has been struggling with zhajiangmian was completely dumbfounded.
I guess this guy has never seen vegetables cooked like this since he was a child...
It's no wonder that compared to the extensive and profound Chinese cuisine, British cuisine is really lackluster, even the cooking methods are the same. No wonder the British man was stunned by this way of cooking with fire.
Judging from Lao Sun’s smooth cooking techniques, he is definitely an experienced chef with profound cooking skills.
Sure enough, in just twenty minutes at most, Old Sun had neatly prepared four dishes and a soup, a typical performance of a cadre going to the countryside.
All four dishes are signature dishes of Shandong cuisine.
A dish of sea cucumber with scallions. The dish that was stir-fried just now was this sea cucumber with scallions. In addition, there was a dish of Mushu pork, a very beautifully shaped sweet and sour carp, and a braised chicken that even Yang Jing was surprised. As for the soup, it was a soup with two crispy...
The other dishes were fine, but the braised chicken really surprised Yang Jing. He really didn't expect to see such authentic braised chicken in the UK.
Yang Jing's hometown, Tianqu, is the most famous place in China for producing braised chicken. The braised chicken produced in Tianqu is extremely famous throughout China. The production method of Tianqu braised chicken was listed as a national intangible cultural heritage early on, and it is known as "the best chicken in the world."
Yang Jing and Guo Xiaoxiang were already starving, and now seeing such a sumptuous meal, how could they still maintain their composure?
After Old Sun sat down with a smile, carrying a jar of wine soaked with wolfberry, ganoderma lucidum and other Chinese medicinal herbs, the two of them could not wait to pick up their chopsticks.
Old Sun smiled as he watched the two people feasting on the food. He then took three cups and filled them with wine. Then he said, "Don't be in a hurry, the two of you. Eat slowly. No one will snatch the food from you. Try the wine I made later. These are all high-proof liquors that I asked someone to get from London's Chinatown. They are made with some medicinal herbs that I bought myself. They are very rare in the UK."
Guo Xiaoxiang swallowed a mouthful of food with difficulty, waved his hand and said, "Master Sun, you are too polite. This dish is great, and it is in no way inferior to the dishes made in high-end restaurants in China. But let's skip the wine, we both drove here..."
Old Sun smiled and waved his hands, saying, "How can we just let it go? We finally met a fellow villager in this damn place, how can we not have a good drink? Besides, it doesn't matter if we drink too much. There is a chain hotel behind my restaurant. It's quite affordable, the price is not high, and the conditions are quite good. Come on, don't refuse, the three of us will have a drink."
Yang Jing and Guo Xiaoxiang looked at each other and noticed the intention in each other's eyes.
Yang Jing and Fatty both like to drink, and their alcohol tolerance is not bad. When they were in London, they would cook a rich hometown meal every now and then, and then have a few drinks. Their life was quite comfortable. Now, they could actually encounter such delicious hometown dishes here, coupled with the yellow wine and Lao Sun's irresistible enthusiasm, the two people's wine bugs had long been aroused...
After Lao Sun gave them some advice, the two men threw away their reserve, took the wine glasses, clinked their glasses with Lao Sun's, and drank happily.
Well, it's really good, still that familiar taste...
After three sips of wine, the atmosphere at the table suddenly became lively. Sun Xiaoyue put down her chopsticks and said with a smile, "You two can eat slowly. It's time for me to leave. If you two want to eat here again tonight, I will definitely accompany you."
The girl left very quickly. Old Sun explained with a smile, "After Xiaoyue came here, she met a fellow countryman who was also studying at Cardiff University, but that girl was from Hubei Province. Under the guidance of that girl, my daughter would go to the Cardiff University next door to audit classes whenever she had nothing to do..."
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